So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.Well there’s a lot of things that should be said, said, so we’re hammering six strings.Machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.

A new way on.A new way on.A new way on.A new way.

We stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.With plans of invasion and arms races racing, yeah we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock to the new sensation.